rico avila

Rookie (Chicago)

Walking Eddie - Poem by rico avila

He walked all neighborhoods,
all he did was roam.
He seemed to be homeless,
but he did have a home.

I was just a child then,
and kids can be mean.
If I remember correctly,
I was under thirteen.

We used vulgar language,
as we teased poor old Ed.
Sometimes he chased us,
or keep walking instead.

Quite a few years later,
we talked about Nam.
He told me some stories,
then offered his palm.

I shook his hand quickly,
his grip was so strong.
I remembered my actions,
my heart felt so wrong.

A soldier not by choice,
but a soldier non the less.
I made him fell anger,
maybe even worthless.

He faught for us bravely,
in a far away place.
America welcomed him,
by spitting in his face.

Dear walking Eddie,
I'm sorry I wronged you.
I know you lived bravely,
I know you served true.

If you're not walking,
if you're no longer steppin',
I sure you are well,
I'm sure your walking in Heaven.

I'm sorry Battle.


Comments about Walking Eddie by rico avila

  • Rookie Trishula Mudras (8/12/2009 10:08:00 AM)

    Your last line is crushing...it really brings the deep feeling of remorse home on many levels. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Rosalita Fernandez (3/15/2009 6:43:00 PM)

    wow....not sure what to write....i love it, its really deep! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 18, 2009



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